Chapter2-27

I let my presence loose to expand through our tent, pushing out any stray flows of mana. Adjusting meridians wasn’t such intensive work as expanding them, or refining anima, but it was still better to avoid any outside influences. Myta let her presence spill out, mixing with my own. Tinting the silver mist of my mana with a golden sheen. The feel of our spirits mixing was like warm honey spreading through my veins.

Sati also unleashed her own presence, and to my surprise it mixed as easily as Myta’s had. Her energy felt cool and playful, tingling like the lightest of rains or against my skin. Faint swirls of rainbow light teased my gaze, only showing in the corners of my eyes. Sweet floral and warm cinnamon scents were at the back of my throat. As much tasted as smelled.

I focused my spiritual eye on Myta, examining her lesser meridians with a critical eye. They were strong, growing stronger and wider every day. I shouldn’t have waited so long to do this work, but I was confident I could still perfect her spirit’s growth without any real difficulty. Her channels were smooth and clean, well developed by her practice of Inner Harmony.

My flame was already stripping her clothes away. She grabbed a pot of the massage oil we used for stimulating the body and spirit, and I nodded in confirmation. Her sorcery heated the oil, as Sati hesitantly removed her own garb. The apsara was in a heightened state of excitement, and so I could feel her emotions nearly as clearly as Myta’s. Nervousness, anticipation, arousal, and embarrassment.

I wouldn’t have thought that a literal demigoddess of grace and lust would be so shy about exposing herself to me. But her vulnerability was entrancing. I didn’t look away, openly admiring her smooth almond skin and generous figure. The former princess flushed harder under my admiring gaze and smile, her embarrassment and arousal both spiking.

Myta smirked as she stepped in front of me, handing me the pot of oil. I looked up into her eyes and grinned, running one hand down the toned muscles of her shoulder and arm, then trailing my fingertips across her belly. Her light gray skin was nearly flawless now, her scars healed except for those that displayed her mastery of the path of Sun’s Ray. Two black sigils of raised scar tissue, burned into her forearms. Her eyes glowed with intense orange light, flames dancing in her irises. And her heat washed over me like an open furnace.

At my mental direction, Myta laid upon our sleeping mat, and I massaged her with the oil. I didn’t rush, but I didn’t linger too much either, ensuring that her body and spirit were both as relaxed, warm, and pliable as they could be. Not that Myta was ever anything but pliable in my hands.

Her meridians were shaped as I expected, spreading through her body like a tangle of roots pulled from the earth. They were effective, and individually clean, but I knew they would merge into an inefficient mass as they grew. That just wouldn’t do for my vas. She deserved far better.

A pattern to support the musculature and increase strength was actually one of the more complex. The minor meridians spread from the spine, and needed to be anchored in the larger bones first. Then they flowed out through the body’s connection points, ligaments and tendons. A strength enhancement without that reinforcement would cause a person to tear themselves apart under the strain of their own exertions.

Then, from each tendon, a thick weave of tiny meridians was threaded through the muscle fibers. It looked messy and inelegant, but when her meridians thickened they would completely suffuse her flesh.

Myta, unsurprisingly, responded as she always did to the pressure of my spirit on hers. She gave short, hoarse moans as I worked, her muscles twitching as **** my presence through each in turn, shaping and aligning her channels. My flame reveled in the sensation, gasping and writhing on the bedroll in an intensely erotic display.

By the time I’d finished my work, Myta was a quivering puddle of need on our bedroll. The touch of my spirit having teased her for more than an hour, without providing her with any release. I took pity on her, sliding two fingers into her dripping sex, while rubbing her pearl with my thumb. She was so primed that I tipped her over into a screaming climax immediately. Her hands grabbed my wrist as she came, her feet kicking against the bedding.

Shuddering, she struggled to sit up, but pulled me in for a fierce kiss. I smiled against her lips, and then relieved her affection with equal fervor, burying my less messy hand in her hair.

“You are as beautiful as always when you come, my flame. And your meridians are aligned. We will just need to keep an eye on them for the next few weeks, to make sure they don’t shift.”

Myta nodded at my words, her eyes slowly clearing from the fog of lust that had clouded them. Glancing to the side, her lips curled up in a smile, even as her hand wandered to my lap. Her fingertips stroked my erect shaft teasingly through my robe.

“Thank you, master. Can I prepare Sati for you to work on her?”

“Are you comfortable with that?” I looked at the apsara, who nodded shyly. She was breathing hard, kneeling on her own bedroll. Her body was proudly on display, her knees spread and back arched slightly backward. Myta stalked over to the other woman with a predatory grace. Putting her hand on Sati’s shoulder, she paused to look back at me.

“I think the princess would be more comfortable if you shed your robe as well, master.”

I met Sati’s gaze, and at her jerky nod I did as my flame suggested. The apsara seemed mesmerized by me, which I found odd if she were as experienced as she had claimed. Still I moved closer, allowing her to keep me in view as Myta laid her on the bedroll. My flame and I had exchanged massages often enough that she was well practiced.

As alluring as the sight before me was, I had a task to perform. I examined the apsara’s meridians, to determine where or if they needed to be adjusted. As Sati had said, her channels were already aligned to her nerves, although the alignment had either been poor, or they had since drifted. I told her as much, though she only made a low moan in acknowledgment

Or perhaps it wasn’t in response to me at all. Sati continued to moan, her voice expressing her pleasure freely as Myta relaxed her muscles and stimulated her pressure points. When I felt the apsara was ready, I pressed my presence against her, amazed again at how easily our mana mingled.

Sati should have offered at least some resistance to my presence. Or at least she should have pressed against Myta’s. Instead, all our mana blended together even more, fusing in an impossibly perfect union. As I began adjusting her minor meridians, Sati’s cries became ever more enthusiastic and wanton. My cock throbbed at the lewdness and promise of her voice, and I felt her desire surge under my ministrations.

“She wanted everyone to think that she was a perfect, untouchable princess. But your little flower is just a ****, greedy, harlot.” Myta’s voice in my ear shocked me, but her words shocked me more. Sati, however, arched up off the ground as a wave of intense lust and shame passed through her. The response was so intense and visceral that I could taste her desire in the air.

“Is that true, little flower?” I looked into Sati’s face, and saw that her eyes were shut, her mouth hanging open as she panted. “You certainly don’t look as though you have a thought left in your head right now. You look like a dirty little girl, who wants nothing but to be used.”

Her breath shuddered, and Sati mewled, followed by a vague sound of denial. I finished smoothing out her channels, and then stroked her belly with my fingertips. Her nerve alignment made her body far more sensitive, even moreso, now that my work was done. The apsara moaned again, her entire body covered in gooseflesh at the simple touch.

“No, daddy. Don’t…” I withdrew my hand and began to pull away, worried that my read of her emotions had been so wrong. “Don’t make me say it. Daddy please.”

My momentary panic eased, and I returned both my hands to her stomach, then slid them to her sides. She pressed her body up into my palms as I slid my hands upward toward her large breasts, urging me to squeeze and fondle them. I indulged, reveling in the smooth softness of her skin. I stroked them, working my way teasingly toward her nipples, and she let out a needy cry as I stopped just shy of her areolae.

“Well,” I said in a disappointed tone. “If you can’t admit what you want then I suppose we’re done for the evening.”

“No!” Sati squealed the word as I pulled my hands away again. She pushed her shoulders up off the ground so that she could look directly at me, and Myta was behind her a moment later to help hold her up.

“Please daddy, you can’t!” Sati’s voice was ****, and frail. The voice of a needy child. If might have sounded silly, if he hadn’t heard the vulnerability in it.

“Please, don’t stop. I need it.” Her last words trailed off in a whimper, and Myta whispered something in her ear. “I’ll be good.” She nodded eagerly. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

Myta smirked at me over Sati’s shoulder, and I fought to make my expression stern. “You’ve been pushing me for more than a week now. Just begging me to take care of your greedy little slit, haven’t you?”

Sati let out a sobbing breath, covering her sex with one hand as she looked away from me. Her legs stayed open, however.

“Yes, daddy.” She mumbled.

“Get on your hands and knees.” She shakily did as I asked, shivering as I stroked her back along the graceful curve of her spine. Then she jumped and yelped, as my palm struck her ass.

“You want to be my good girl?” I kept my tone firm, almost angry, letting the bond carry the sting and heat of my strike to her.

“Yes daddy!” She cried out as I spanked her again. Myta pressed their foreheads together, whispering muffled encouragement to the apsara.

“I’m not sure I believe you,” I said coldly. “You’ve been a very wicked, girl, and I don’t see how you can do better if you won’t even admit it.”

She was silent for a long moment, which stretched out for a seeming eternity, and I began to wonder again if I had misjudged her. “Do you want me to stop?” I let my harsh tone soften, concerned for her wellbeing with the tumultuous emotions I felt from her.

“No! I’m sorry daddy!” She sobbed the words out, and yelped again at my next strike. “I’m needy, and I just wanted your attention! I’m a needy slut! Please, treat me like I deserve!”

I was shocked by her abrupt escalation, and her wailing tears. A wave of shame crashed through our bond, but also a deep, unspeakable sense of liberation. It took me a moment to process and understand, but I rubbed the sting away from the handprints I’d left on her skin. Leaving her shuddering and immersed in burning warmth as her shoulders shook with her tears.

Sati had been placed on a pedestal her whole life. Daughter of a god king, she had been expected to be perfect, powerful, and in control. Now I had taken all of that away from her, and she was desperately glad to be free of it, even as her every experience screamed that she had failed.

“Good girl,” I whispered hoarsely, overcome by the trust she had just shown me. Myta threw her arms around Sati’s shoulders, pulling them together into an awkward hug as the apsara sobbed harder. “You can be my slut, my precious little flower.

I spread the cheeks of her ass, rubbing her wet sex with my thumb. She wasn’t a waterfall like Myta, but she was wet enough for my needs. When my thumb was lubricated, I slid it up to tease at her back entrance, stroking her sensitive, wrinkled skin there. Sati didn’t resist. Her hips jerked in surprise, but then she pressed back into my touch.

“Relax, little flower. Just relax, and let your daddy take care of you. My good little slut.” With a needy whine, Sati pushed Myta away, laying a quick kiss on the other woman before dropping her hands to the ground and letting her head hang. I pressed my thumb slowly into her, spreading her tight ring as the fingers of my other hand stroked her pearl.

“Push, like you’re going to the toilet.” I coached her, and like the good girl that she was, Sati obeyed. Her body flushed with both embarrassment and pride as her flesh swallowed up my digit, and I felt the ring of muscles clench rhythmically around me. Her shoulders sank almost to the bedroll, her forehead pressed to the cloth. She sobbed again, but her hips bucked back against my hand, and I pushed my thumb into her to its base.

It was awkward to line up my rigid shaft with her sex, while my thumb was still buried in her. But when my cock pierced her sex, Sati came immediately. Myta stroked the apsara’s back and shoulders, then scratched her back in long furrows. That triggered the former princess again, her channel pulsing and milking me. Her sphincter clenching on my thumb. I couldn’t quite reach her pearl at this angle, but that didn’t seem to matter.

I drew myself back and thrust, and Sati shuddered through a new wave of ecstasy every time my hips met hers. She matched my pace as best she could, with increasingly fevered enthusiasm, as I kept her filled for an interminal time. When she finally went limp from the exertion, I spent myself inside her. Letting her slump to the ground in a boneless, shuddering heap.

Myta held her, while I took some time to clean myself, and then we all fell asleep in a tangle of limbs.